I’d like for you to tell me who you are.” The man blinked.

“David Dryden.”

I just looked at him.

“Your one o’clock?”

“My one o’clock what?”

“Date,” the third vamp said, grinning.

“For what?” I asked, confused.

“Well, you know.”

The mage looked a little awkward suddenly. “The usual.”

“I think we’ve got a contender here, boys,” the brunet said.

“Smooth operator,” the second vamp agreed.

Author: Karen Chance

I’d like for you to tell me who you are.” The man blinked. <br /><br />“David Dryden.” <br /><br />I just looked at him. <br /><br />“Your one o’clock?” <br /><br />“My one o’clock what?” <br /><br />“Date,” the third vamp said, grinning. <br /><br />“For what?” I asked, confused. <br /><br />“Well, you know.” <br /><br />The mage looked a little awkward suddenly. “The usual.” <br /><br />“I think we’ve got a contender here, boys,” the brunet said. <br /><br />“Smooth operator,” the second vamp agreed. - Karen Chance



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